"Yeah... Please keep that thing in your pants [i]in[/i] your pants, Big Red." Druid Girl said, averting her face to look northwards, in a clear attempt to not have to look anyone else in the face. Their leathery-skinned driver just laughed, crassly.

"Aye, I'm sure them bandit be terrified of a waif like you." The man responded to Steppe Archer's boast about no brigands being up to the challenge of harassing this ensemble of adventurers. Obviously, the farmer was less sure of this claim. When the lizardman spoke up about only 'shitty' adventurers turning to banditry, the man turned his head and sneered at the lizard.

"You ain't been in the business of adventurin' for long, have ya, boy?" The man asid. "Not everyone has the patience or want to be a gutter-cleanin' day-laborer, or sewer-crawlin' shit-stain who smells like piss 'n crap day in and day out. Some folks get fed up wiih not advacnin' fast through your little guild's [i]ranks.[/i]  Banditry's quick and easy, all ya need is a few knives and a few lads, and you're all set." The man stated, before returning his eyes to the road. Druid Girl sighed.

"He's right there. Many adventurers give up on the lifestyle before they even reach Emerald-rank, and those people often turn to less savory professions instead. It's sad but true that you can often earn a lot of money much faster as a highwayman than by doing quests for the Guild." The girl said, her eyebrows lowering and her expression - and head - downcast, staring at the floor of the wagon.

"Aye, that's the truth of it." The farmer chimed in, as if rubbing salt in a wound. "Most of ya lot turn out as troublemakers and thieves. So don't be goin' 'round holding your nose in the air as if ya bein' some big-shots, 'cuz ya ain't." The man said, spitting a glob of flem off to the side that Big Red wasn't walking on.

For the majorty of the trip, nothing of particuolar interest. When the lizardman told the farmer about them going to deal with the goblins right after they'd escorted him, the man just rolled his eyss and said soemthing inaudible - most likely something snide. As the wagon slowly bumped and hobbled its way along the dirt path though, the lizardman and the archer would soon see somehting that seemed off. For one, there was an area ahead of them with woodlands on both sides of the road, yet the shrubs and foliage along the road seemed considerably disturbed and trampled - marking that this was either a very active animal-trail, or some large group had recently passed through here.

Secondly, there were strangely shaped marks across the ground. Not just footprints, but also signs of something being heavy being pulled or pushed. Finally, a fair distance ahead, there was something else. Another wagon, or more accurately, a hand-cart. However, something seemed off, as it was tilting to one side and seemed to only have one wheel. There also wasn't any sign of the person pulling it - thus, leaving it abandoned along the dirt road. Druid Girl, who was sitting at the back of the wagon, and looking mostly north and behind them - back to the west - wasn't privvy to these details though, so she remained oblivious. The farmer, on the other hand, seemed either to ignore the signs, or was oblivious, as he mumble-sang some shoddy tune under his breath.